Today I hate you.
Tomorrow I love you so.
Few days’ time: no more.
How great you are,
I'll be deeply reminded.
How cruel you can be,
I'll eventually find it.
Years will then go by.
Decades will slowly pass on.
A footnote in life.
It’s a fine reminder of how terrible I was with words.
It’s a tattoo to show how badly I tend to scar & get blurred.
Once in a blue moon,
We'll surely see each other.
Be nice or be mean.
It'll be a strange situation neither healthy or of poison.
A cycle that repeats like never ending drum beats.
Dire conditions.
Full of base and crimson tides.
Let's just love in peace.
Let's not kill ourselves in this rollercoaster ride.
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Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
